OOC: eh. later than i wanted. sorry. also crappy title. sorry again. xD
Regan looked in her fridge and sighed running her hand through her red hair. She had just gotten off the phone with her mother, and Regan was now delaing with the headache while only her mother could inspire. Regan has been in a good mood only fifteen minutes before, but then her mother had brought up Brady, like Regan was not already thinking about him too often. Mrs. McIntyre was frustrated that the police hadn't found the man that mugged Brady. It was hard enough having her motehr in the city, but Regan found the lie even harder. She still didn't know why she was the one who knew the truth, why she had been Brady's emergency contact. Yeah, she had been in the city, but that had hardly seemed sufficent. They weren't close; even after Regan moved to New York, they had met maybe once a month, sometimes even less than that. Still, he must have had a reason for not telling their parents, maybe the same reason he never directly told Regan, whatever that was, and so Regan lied through her teeth to her parents. It helped, of course, that the police was saying the same story; Regan wasn't sure if she could do it otherwise. She would never understand completely that aspect of the superhero life; she was already getting fed up of it, and she was only on the surface.
When the phone conversation as finally wrenched away from Brady, Sarah reminded her daughter of the paper she had due on Monday- a paper Sarah should have known nothing about, Regan mused, since it was not in a class her mother taught, nor had Regan mentioned it- and then she closed with, "Well, your father and I will saee you tomorrow night," before hanging up the phone.
Regan had sat in shock for a second, then checker her calendar. And there it was, circled and in red, "Parents eating dinner here!" For a girl that usually just ordered takeout with her roommates most days, occasionally making nothing more complicated than a sandwich, that was a problem. So now she looked in the refridgerator, hoping that at least one of her roommates had gone shopping lately, maybe to impress one of their boyfriends, whose names Regan didn't know because they had a revolving door policy. She had no such luck. Cursing under her breath, Regan fished a pen out of her desk drawer and wrote a note to her roommates- "Going out to buy food, be back in two houses." It was unlikely they would be back anyway- both of them balanced a job, an intership, a heavy load of classes, and the aforementioned legion of boyfriends, and so they weren't home until late. Regan then grabbed a lighjacket and her keys before heading out.
Regan debated visiting a store by her apartment, but since she had no time limit, she might as well go all out and travel to the other side of the universe- Brooklyn. There was a cute little shop there, Veggie Planet. Her parents still laughed at her for the whole vegetarian thing, but it was healthier for her, and so worth the trip and the little bit of extra cost. Besides, her father needed to lose some weight; he was a doctor not taking his own advice on cholestrol. Yes, that was an excellent plan. She would show off her culinary expertise and win over her parents' affection through their stomachs.
She'd better add a cookbook to her list.
Regan stepped into the store, immediately breathing deeply to absorb all the scents. There was a kind of intoxicating natural scent in the air that reminded Regan on camp, except without all the bugs and dirt. She picked up a piece of fruit and looked it over carefully for bruising. Finding no flaws, she put it in her basket and moved onto the next item on her list. It was a slow way to go shopping, but it relaxed Regan, letting her let go of all her worries and just imagine the perfect meal. She became so absorbed in thought that she did not hear the sound of footsteps approaching her.
